Now back in our own time, I strode over and pulled several of the well-cooked target kebabs from the wall. “Care to try another fireball?” I ask innocently. “Alright!” Bright Eyes replies, all too eagerly attempting to hurl more flames down the hallway. She succeeded only in putting herself in a two foot deep pit. Obez misunderstood her sudden change in height, and was excited to have another gnome in the group. An attempted pat on the back, became a slap to the face that launched her out of the hole. “I’m sure he meant well” she said, rubbing her jaw.
The gnome was rather hungry after travelling through time, and reckoned he could eat another cow. We let the acting leader know of our plan to watch the gnome eat a cow, and she happily provided us varying disguises. I was a shadow, dark and featureless. The gnome, an old man, as unassuming a guise as any. Hawk took the form of a gorilla, well as close as she could manage. Bright Eyes became the axe-wielding orc of legend, Urgzog the Terrible, in all his crushtastic glory.
Our assorted crew set out in search of a cow, their scent was easy enough to follow. From a rooftop, I rigged a barbed harpoon with a rope and shot it from my bow. It silently struck the heart of an unsuspecting steer, swiftly sending it to Shang Moo Lah. The gnome and I heaved it through the air and I grinned at the guards rubbing their eyes watching one of their cows fly off into the twilight sky.
Had the Gnome not gotten impatient and destroyed a building to make a fire pit, we may have gotten away. But now boots were stomping down the street to inspect the damage. Hawk and I took hidden vantage points. The gnome tried to explain things peacefully, but they weren’t buying into his barbeque. Bright Eyes tried her best to play the menacing Urgzog, and was doing OK until she opened her mouth.
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